Mmm ... yes, the floor. Memories of my childhood, indelibly fixed as images in my mind. The floor in the grand parlour was waxed and polished every Friday - and on the very few occasions I was allowed to enter, it felt like walking on a shiny glass panel. I walked carefully, wearing woolen socks, and stared in awe at the shining, bluish reflections - the whole room was reflected in the floor – maybe the whole world. If I bent down and looked closely, I could see layers of patterns that wound their way deep down into the wooden floor, like there was a three-dimensional image lying under the shiny glass surface, adding a new texture to the reflection of my face.But the grand parlour was not a place for children – except for Christmas.

That's where the idea comes from - the idea of adding a layer of shiny glass on top of the floor.A glass transparent layer, 0.2 cm, placed on its own level so it easily can be turned on and off – and I'm back in my childhood residence - back in the forbidden parlour.